Chapter 478: Realm Master
The essence of temperature is the intensity of particle movement.
In the past life, according to ordinary people’s cognition, the movement of particles cannot exceed the speed of light, so there is an upper limit to temperature and a lower limit where particles are completely still, the so-called absolute zero.
But in this vast world, the power of the monks can break the speed of light, and there is no upper limit to the temperature. It is a very brutal way of attack.
There are two ways to increase the temperature of the flame. One is to increase the mass of the moving particles, and the other is to increase the speed of the particles.
White light flowed in Bai Donglin's eyes, and his will and perception permeated. With the calculation of his super-dimensional thinking, he roughly estimated the details of this transparent divine fire.
The flame is in a plasma state, with countless invisible particles, each of which has a mass of one trillion tons and moves at a speed 10,000 times the speed of light! This is the essence of the transparent divine fire.
Just imagine, endless particles weighing trillions of tons moving crazily at ten thousand times the speed of light. These violent particles condensed into a flame, how terrible its power would be! No wonder these corpses of gods and demons who had lost their will control were so vulnerable. Even living gods and demons could not withstand the burning of this fire.
Under the divine power of the Qiankun Ding, the Lord of the Gods quickly refined the corpses of gods and demons. Inside the huge bronze cauldron phantom, two layers of solution were clearly suspended, the lower one was dark gold, and the upper one was golden red.
"Congeal!"
The Lord of the Gods looked solemn, and as he pinched his hands together, the dark gold liquid in the cauldron flowed out. Under the pull of the great power of creation, it instantly gathered into an extremely huge dark gold stele.
Apart from the heavy square base, the main body of the Monument to the Destiny of Gods is ninety-nine light years high, with four inclined sides and the top contracted into a sharp point. The overall color is heavy and solemn dark gold.
"Battlenet Central! Give me a helping hand!"
Buzz! The void trembled, and an inexplicable wave descended. The golden-red liquid refined from the blood of gods and demons was aroused and slowly flowed down, covering the monument to the destruction of gods. One by one, gilded red names began to be quickly engraved on the monument.
Every human warrior who died in battle has information saved in the Battle.net database. Over the endless years, countless human beings have sacrificed their lives on the battlefield of the gods. Only Battle.net can record every sacrificed human warrior without omission with the help of the battle soul mark.
There are endless names, and naturally there are countless repetitions, but when Bai Donglin stared at those golden and red names, he sensed a trace of spiritual breath and a little fluctuation of will. After careful perception, a majestic figure appeared in his mind very clearly.
I realized in my heart that this was the warrior behind this name who had sacrificed countless years ago. Everything was recorded on Battle.net...
The human race’s top leaders are really thoughtful.
After a long time, the golden-red liquid was consumed, and the ninety-nine light-year-tall monument was already engraved with tiny words, so densely packed that it was impossible to tell how many there were.
The Lord of the Gods raised his sword and carved a few lines of large characters deeply on the wide base.
"Remember forever! The heroic spirit of the human race!"
"A famous warrior of the human race who died heroically on the battlefield of the gods!"
That long string of numbers was so dazzling that Bai Donglin couldn't help but frown. This was an extremely large number. Even if such casualties were accumulated over countless years, it was still suffocating! "A moment of silence!"
"Alas! Alas! Alas!"
Including the old ancestor, countless human cultivators bowed towards the God-Destroying Monument.
The heaven and earth were filled with mournful cries, and countless snow-white flowers fell, gently brushing against the Monument to the Destruction of God.
The Monument to the Destruction of Gods stands eternally on the site of the battlefield of the gods, and also stands forever in the hearts of every human being.
Bai Donglin looked dazed, as if he saw countless figures flashing across the monument, all with happy smiles...
He also sensed the extremely firm belief and will of the human beings present.
…
There was no celebration party.
In the words of our ancestors, if we haven’t completely wiped out all alien races and defeated the birds and scaly-armored monsters, we won’t be qualified to celebrate.
Let’s save the celebration party for the day when humanity finally wins!
Bai Donglin bid farewell to everyone. Instead of using the Jidao bracelet to use the teleportation function of the Universe Teleportation Bureau, he directly opened the dimensional channel and instantly returned to Yujing Mountain.
Now he no longer needs to hide anything, his powerful strength gives him the confidence to face any crisis.
Without disturbing anyone, Bai Donglin sat cross-legged in Zizhuju, slowly closed his eyes, and began to summarize his trip.
"So, so many things have happened in the One True World during this period of time? Expelling the demons and relocating the human race, what a big deal!"
"The foundation accumulated by the human race over countless years is truly terrifying!"
Bai Donglin's eyebrows trembled slightly. The moment he returned to the only real world, he ignored the distance and achieved memory synchronization with Rendao Wuwei, but it was not convenient to look closely at that time.
A lot of information was digested instantly, and the mind worked at high speed, starting to deduce some things that were beyond one's ability to deal with.
"Emperor Bai Xuan, what is his origin? It involves the Mother River..."
Bai Donglin frowned. The Mother River was the existence he feared the most, far more than any alien race or demon race. He knew too little about the Mother River. After thinking for a moment, he made a decision to observe secretly and not interfere with Emperor Bai Xuan for the time being. It was related to the Mother River, so it was worth his attention.
"Humph! The Wing God Palace ran away pretty fast. Let's put our grudge aside for now and settle it together later!"
Bai Donglin's expression turned cold. In the confrontation with the Wing Palace, he had gained all the advantages and never suffered any loss, but he just held a grudge.
After clearing the trivial memories of the real world, Bai Donglin stretched out his palm, twisted two fingers at the center of his eyebrows, and pulled out a crystal with dazzling light. This was a crystal of his soul that contained the memories of his world of gods and the fluctuations of his will.
"He intervened in the destruction of the small worlds, destroyed the gods' Noah's Ark plan, destroyed the Matrix world, and even seized the two ancient artifacts, Cherubim and Kungunir!"
"The death of the evil god Rodilar also had my help..."
The Buddha Kongming could easily kill the evil god. His seizure of the other party's ancient artifact was the decisive factor, and there was an inseparable cause and effect relationship! Bai Donglin felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart, wondering how many military merits he would get and to what extent his military rank would be promoted. He had no intention of keeping this information. The Battle Network Center was absolutely fair and selfless and would guarantee everyone's privacy.
The only information intercepted was everything about the World Tree. His actions were extremely secretive and were not under the observation of the Fighting Spirit. Moreover, the matter was too serious and there was no need to expose it.
Holding the soul crystal in his hand, he moved his mind and the mark of the fighting spirit on the back of his hand shone brightly. Waves of white light gathered into a vortex channel and swallowed the crystal in one gulp.
Buzz——
The fighting spirit shone fiercely, connecting to the omnipresent battle network. The void trembled, and the soul crystal was transmitted to the Chaos Pearl.
"Drip drip drip—"
'Special battlefield mission: Ragnarok, completed!'
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'The transmission of the battle soul imprint record has been completed, the soul crystal has been accepted, verifying the soul aura and will fluctuations, passed, start analysis!'
"Counting military achievements..."
"Statistics in progress..."
Bai Donglin blinked his eyes. The battle spirit mark seemed to be stuck. It took a long time to complete the counting. It seemed that what he did was indeed a bit against the rules!
After a long time, the battle spirit mark finally flashed a dazzling red light, and the information began to flow smoothly.
'Statistics completed!'
'Evaluation: Perfect!'
'Contribution: 62% destructive power, affecting the direction of the battle, unparalleled excellence, supreme glory, and a huge impact on victory in the war!'
"Military merit distribution... Contribution points distribution..."
'Congratulations! Sir Bai Donglin, your military rank has been upgraded!'
'Promoted to: Realm Master!'
'One billion human contribution points have been distributed.'
hiss--
Bai Donglin was stunned and stood up suddenly. As the Lord of a Realm, the Lord of a realm, this was really beyond his expectations. Even 10 billion contribution points did not shock him so much.
"I thought that Lord Jinzhong was already the limit this time, but I didn't expect that he would directly surpass the Lord, Realm Lord..."
Although the Only True Realm is very large, it only has a total of 1080 realms. Moreover, in this expulsion of the demon race, nearly a thousand barren and desolate realms were also abandoned.
A single boundary contains millions to tens of millions of superboundary galaxy clusters, and each superboundary galaxy cluster contains 100 billion galaxies comparable to the Milky Way.
Such a vast area, countless lives, countless powerful forces. As long as he wants, he can immediately take office and rule such a huge territory!
“This shouldn’t be the case!”
Bai Donglin frowned. He had indeed made great contributions in this battle, but although the difference between the Golden Bell Lord and the Realm Lord was only one level, there was a huge difference. The ancestors were the ones who really decided the victory of the war, unless the Battle Network Center knew that he had killed the World Tree, but this was simply impossible.
“Could it be…”
Bai Donglin raised his eyebrows, thinking of the two ancient artifacts he had taken away, and suddenly he understood.
"Yes, although these two ancient artifacts are my personal belongings now, I am a human. In the eyes of the BattleNet, this also increases the strength of the entire race."
"I see. With the contribution of the two ancient artifacts, I am indeed qualified to obtain the rank of Realm Lord!"
Buzz——
The void trembled, and a strange vision appeared behind Bai Donglin's mind. The original scarlet waning moon had disappeared, replaced by a boundless starry sky.
Tens of millions of bright spots of light, that is the core of the super-realm galaxy cluster. Countless spots of light converged to form an extremely simple pattern. This pattern was formed by the interweaving of several extremely profound Dao texts.
Lord of the White Realm!
Indescribable majesty, extremely noble! (End of this chapter)